It’s blood-lickin’ good!
Like clockwork!
Bit 'o the old extra spicy chicken
You’re thinking of their groob Popeye
Viddy well, y’all
When a man cannot fingerlick, he ceases to be a man.
Goin’ to the in out in out restaurant.
"What we were after now was the old surprise visit. That was a real kick and good for laughs and lashings of the old ultra-crispiness. "
What a fucking crossover
“You know what you can do with that chicken? Stick it up your ass!”
Chugging drugged mashed potatoes from the nipples of marble statues.
“Nothing beats our chicken like we do.”
Gonna take the auto over chick-fil-a. Be a real horror show. Probably make a few babooshkas blub. But the place drives my droogs bezoomy. So we’ll crack and crast the place and if a moodge tries to be a sammy he’ll get a good clop. Be back for a cancer and peet before the bruiseboys get off their stoolies.
